Back in Toronto
After 95 years of life, my Omi (grandmother) died last week in a nursing home. She had been suffering from worsening dementia for several years. For the past year and more she had been totally dependent and often bedridden. She often no longer recognized us. At the end we weren't sure whether she had any sense of her surroundings at all. It was painful to watch her deteriorating, she who had been such a fit and vital woman all her life. I was uncomfortable visiting her, preferring to remember her the way she was earlier. My mom lovingly cared for her and spent many hours at her side, feeding her and reading to her. And now it is over. The funeral today was well attended by family and friends. There were many tears. I like to think that her passing was a blessing, as she is now in a better place. It is only we who are left without her who suffer.


